Book2:KigdomIteDreams
hadasplittingheadache.Raisinghishandtotouchthepainfulbumponhishead,hefoundthateverythingonhishandhadbeenstripped.Hispocketswerealsoempty,leavinghimliterallywithonlytheclothesonhisbadespair,hetriedtoapproaeoftheunderlingshehadpromotedtohighpces,butknowinghewasnowoutofpowerandnolohepresidentofWorldBank,theyavoidedhimlikethepgueandwouldnotraiseafiohelphiminanyway.ItwasthenthatMr.Kaffeefinallyuoodthewaysoftheworldwerefakeihepeoplewhousedtosurroundhumsoobsequiously,obeyinghiseveryorder,toadyingtohiseverywishwerereallyonlyrabblesofsociety.Whentherewasnothingtobegaiheyallscatteredtothefourwinds.Whocaredaboutfriendship,moralsorprinciples?Mr.Kaffeesmiledicallyandthought, “SeehowlowIhavesunk?Iamn